Watching kids can't be any worse than protesting outside a building while Pete hunts me before making me swim with the fishes.
Josie's eyes widen behind the counter and she holds her hands up, waving them back and forth until Katy spins on her.
"Are you sure? Emma is in the terrible twos right now. Kids, man. This could last hours. Days."
I've never protested anything before, but I don't think they last days. Katy didn't mention a camp-out. "It's no problem. I used to babysit all the time in high school," I lie.
Katy bounces back behind the counter, eager with the recent development. "See, it will be fine and you can come. Harley will be a wonderful babysitter. The best."
Not so sure on the best part, but it can't be that hard. I've kept a plant alive for six years, and Rocky doesn't have any complaints — none he's made heard, anyway.